to wonder why people don't get dressed anymore

[likesnowflakesinanocean]

or is it just where I live? everyone is wandering around in pjs, go to the shop someone's there in pjs, bobbing out of each others houses in pjs, kids on the park not dressed. I don't even like putting the bin out in my pjs am I missing a new craze or something

I personally wouldnt go out in my pyjamas, but I dont understand the fuss about people who do (assuming they have not just rolled out of bed and immediately left the house!)
There are fashion faux pas much worse than a bit of giraffe print flannel. And pjs are comfy, theyre easy to wear, unlike a lot of fashionable things

Oooh i used to have one, a flashing clear dummy on a neck strap. we all had the same one and we wore them to the local disco every week. the shame, i hate dummys now. heck i would judge me...

Brians, you need to tell them about BLW

at OMO.

My DH works from home

My WC chip usually speaks for itself TBH.

I remember having a smily t shirt and a dummy in the second summer of love. When I was 11

I had NO IDEA. I thought it was because people were happy. I went to Ibiza with my gran that year and remember taking photographs of the Ecstastis hotel because it had been in the tabloids because of Drugs Disgrace that year. Me and my gran doing a take a break face in Ibiza in 1989

I have a massive WC chip, biggest chip I have is the teenage mother chip. I still feel my hackles raised when someone asks me how old my dd is, the they look at me and do the sums and JUDGE.

I will probably feel exactly the same when I am in my 60s. Don't judge me for the best decision I have ever made.

Haha, at you and your gran.

My DDs wore shell suits, fake adidas ones, how classy was that.

We put the Dame in this year's panto in a wig with big pink curlers, a leopard print onesie, full face of Dame make up and Uggs for one of her costume changes. The kids in the front row thought she was very fashion forward... :)

I had a neighbour that sold fake everything.

Fake Benetton jumpers were a winner, naff and fake

I so wanted a shell suit and a t shirt with a picture of a crying gazza on.

My mum was obsessed with John Travolta and saw Saturday Night Fever god knows how many times when she was pregnant with me, hence my love of disco absorbed through the placenta.

You don't look Old enough to have been born in the 60s mrsdv

I would have killed for a striped jumper from the Sweater Shop in the 90s. That and a pre raphaelite carrier bag from River Island to take my PE kit in, as opposed to the Gateways carrier bag I actually used.

I have TOP NOTCH working-class credentials, and did indeed live on an estate in the Sixties, where all the women went about in headscarf over rollers, "housecoat" and slippers. It's got a lot to do with being massively overstretched, rather depressed and tough enough not to give a fuck I'm not surprised kids this year are going out in rollers: hairstyles that require roller-ing also require wearing the fuckers for hours (or frying your hair) so you've really got little choice.

Fwiw, I wear pyjamas all the time. Mine are plain coloured, so you can't tell the purpose for which they were sold. I also sleep in gym pants; the whole lot's interchangeable. And I wear fake Uggs or flip-flops as slippers, indoors or out. So ner

love of disco absorbed through the placenta

:)

:)

aww :)

My primary school photos I wore clothes in all shades of brahn.

Beige polo neck, brown pinafores. I look like something out of the latter years of mad men. I did live in Devon so 60s fashions were prob current in the early 80s.

I was brought up in Basildon and still live there sort of

Amateurs!

Helpless laughter at t-shirt with a crying Gazza on it. They still wear Dolphin and Wolef fleeces here so I bet I could get something like it on the local Facebook selling page.

Did you have kilts as well mrsdv! With a great big safety pin on (why?)

In tartans with green, red, blue, with coordinating acrylic polo necks in appropriate colours. Worn with ribbed tights and shoes (NOT patent) from Freeman Hardy Willis.

Christ. No wonder I go nuts in the French Connection sales 30 years on.

Yes!

When I refused to take a day off work and pay out for all the bollocks expense which comes with a graduation ceremony my parents promised me that they would get me a Chanel suit to wear underneath my gown etc. It was the nineties and was a shell suit.

Legarvorf - were you me? Those fecking kilts, and the pinafores. I had a green ribbed polo neck - but grey pinafores..

Roaring at the chanel/shell suit confusion.

Pix - my clothes were pinafores, kilts, polo necks, corduroys or smocks. Not one natural fibre amongst them. Poor lynn faulds wood on Watchdog used to frown about youngsters being caught on fire because of their flammable clothes, that could have been me.

The tights of the seventies. Patterned and itchy as fuck. And they NEVER fit. Loose and saggy or restricting every step due to a low gusset. Polo necks and smocks and corduroys - a fucking nightmare for children with sensory issues. I have them and DS is autistic and can't stand a bloody label in his clothes let alone all that.

I kept my DC of both sexes in cotton waistless babygros until they were two or three for ages. My Mum used to put DD in scratchy faux-lace mob-caps, tights and stupid headbands with beads and ribbons. Short dresses and little knickers over a fucking nappy when she couldn't even sit up on her own. She didn't ever "babysit" DS because it isn't as much fun putting denim and leather trainers on a sleeping baby